Andorra was a mean person, to Peter. He laughed at Peter’s plights and often would retort and banter with him, demeaning his problems and telling him that basically, Peter didn’t matter.

Of course, Peter hated him.

Peter often didn’t say he hated anyone—because hate was a strong word, hate was a word that you weren’t supposed to say unless you honestly meant it. But Peter did hate the way Andorra seemed to make fun of him. And he hated the way Andorra glared at him sometimes.

But, somehow, he also didn’t hate the nation. Peter didn’t mind spending time with him, and even when they did argue, more often then n ot the arguments were dropped. Which meant, to Peter, that he won.

And Andorra made him stronger.

Andorra made him better. Made him more stubborn. Made him able to stand up for himself.

And that, Peter couldn’t hate him for.